With a heartbreaking sob, John cradled her in his arms, his tears mingling with her blood as he whispered words of love and comfort into her ear.
And as the Carvinine king's laughter echoed in the distance, John clung to Sister Veronica's lifeless form, his heart shattered into a million pieces by the cruel hand of fate. But even in the depths of his despair, he swore a solemn vow: that he would stop at nothing to avenge her death and ensure that her sacrifice would not be in vain.
As she watched Sister Veronica fall, a deep sense of guilt washed over Natasha, threatening to consume her from within. Had she made the wrong decision in urging Milan to stay back? Had her belief in John's abilities been misplaced? Had her prayers for his success been in vain?